California dreamin’ in a low-low glide,

chrome .45 on the velvet ride.

Palm trees twistin’ to the G-funk hum,

sunset drownin’ in a 40-ounce rum.

2Pac raisin’ fists for the city of angels,

Dre in the six-fo’ still movin’ them faders.

Roger talk-box cryin’ “ooooh, it’s on,”

we sprayin’ up the sky like the ink of our song.

From Compton to Oakland, the whole state’s a throne—

California love till the wheels roll home.

在晝夜的縫隙里我漂浮成塵

光與影的呼吸間我聽見根

昨日碎成星塵

明日尚未命名

心跳是兩面鼓

敲開無形的門

風把名字吹走

我卻聽見回聲

在虛無的中央

我開成一朵沒有顏色的花